I have remembered beauty in the night, Against black silences I waked to see A shower of sunlight over ItalyAnd green Ravello dreaming on her height;I have remembered music in the dark, The clean swift brightness of a fugue of Bach's, And running water singing on the rocksWhen once in English woods I heard a lark.

But all remembered beauty is no more Than a vague prelude to the thought of you -- You are the rarest soul I ever knew, Lover of beauty, knightliest and best;My thoughts seek you as waves that seek the shore, And when I think of you, I am at rest.